Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
Holly loved that blankie outfit, no lie. But he wasn't even thinking about that as he kicked off his shoes; he was busy being concerned. He unbuttoned and unzipped his corduroys, leaving him in black boxers, and he walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at the blanket-covered lump that he knew was Noah. And he stood there, and he waited, and eventually Noah peeked out. Holly smiled, you know, because how could he not? Noah looked fucking adorable in that beanie, and the tired smile was cute. I mean, Holly? He never thought he'd actually think a guy was cavity-inducing cute? But Noah was.
"Hey," he replied, tugging the sweater over his head, mussing his too-long hair insanely, and working at the buttons of his shirt as he put a knee on the bed. "Is there room in there for me?"